With a look like that, it doesn't take extrasensory powers to know Bodhi's stepped behind a wall, pushed to the limits of what he might be able to take in regards to arguing his self-worth. As much as he cares about the man's idea of himself, he doesn't have the energy left to push it.

He's been told most of his life not to, but left to twiddle his thumbs in a closed space, there's little he enjoys more than bashing his head on other people's stubbornness.

Thankfully, good tea is a close second, so he sips it through the length of Bodhi's final words on the subject, and only shoots an assessing look back over the rim of the mug: "Did you just say sithspit?"